The magic hour

From mid April through mid October something magic happens in Austin.  Just when the last rays of sun leave the horizon, it begins.  The sky begins to lose its color as it fades to deep navy in the east.  The bats billow out from under their bridge and rise into the air like wisps of smoke.  Crickets and birds both add their unique chirps to the evening symphony.  The first nocturnal breeze dances across the back of your neck.  Faces and familiar shapes grow mysterious and more beautiful.  You drink in the magic hour and you wish it would last.